Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 145

Noah’s dark, clear eyes were clouded with confusion.

He tilted his head and studied the man in front of him. “Who are you?”

Darren stiffened, whirling around to face Lena. “What’s going on?”

Lena snapped, her frustration barely contained. “Darren, the doctor said Noah has lost his memory! He doesn’t even recognize me! Now that it’s come to this, what do you plan to do about Charlotte?”

Do about Charlotte?

Darren’s voice turned cold. “What does this have to do with her?”

“How could it not? If she hadn’t performed surgery without a license, would Noah even be in this state, unable to recognize his own family? I bet she did something on purpose during the operation—she wanted Noah to forget me!”

Darren rubbed his temples, trying to keep his patience.

“We’ll deal with that later. Tell me, after I left last night, did anyone suspicious show up?”

“No one!” Lena shot back.

Darren had asked Lena to keep a close watch after he left, in case anyone suspicious approached Noah—she was ready to catch them in the act.

But nothing happened. No one showed up. Well, except…

Lena’s expression shifted. “Xena did try to come see Noah a couple of times.”

“Xena’s not a suspect,” Darren said firmly. “She’s always treated Noah like her own.”

“Then there’s no one else, but that doesn’t matter. Darren, whatever happens, you have to deal with Charlotte!”

Lena kept pressing the issue, and Darren’s patience started to wear thin. “You’ve had a long night. Why don’t you go home and get some rest?”

She scoffed. “At least you know I’ve been working myself to the bone. I hope this time, you handle Charlotte in a way that satisfies me!”

With that, Lena cast one last, lingering look at Noah. But when she met his blank, unrecognizing gaze, her hatred toward Charlotte only deepened.

As soon as Lena left, Darren took out his phone and called the house manager. “Anything from the security cameras?”

The manager replied, “Mr. Harrington, the window is in a blind spot—no coverage.”

Darren’s fingers tightened until his knuckles turned white. He looked down at his pale, fragile son.

Noah had lost his memory. There was no security footage.

Was this really a dead end?

Suddenly, the manager spoke up again, hesitantly. “Sir, Mrs. Xena has been packing her bags since this morning. Looks like she’s planning to leave.”

Noah pouted, his voice quivering. “Of course. My mom’s name is Charlotte. She took me to see the music fountains, played with me at the amusement park, and we collected rocks by the river. She’s the best mom in the whole world.”

Each word was like a knife turning in Darren’s heart.

Those were all things Charlotte had done with Ryan, not Noah.

Darren understood—Noah’s obsession had twisted his memories.

Maybe this memory loss was a chance—a chance for Noah to let go of his anger toward Charlotte, a chance to accept her again.

Gently, Darren stroked his son’s cheek and said in a low voice, “All right. Dad will help you find your mom.”

Just then, a nurse arrived with breakfast. Darren suddenly remembered Charlotte back at the house.

Had she eaten yet?

He quickly texted the housekeeper: *Has the woman in the master bedroom had breakfast yet?*

At that moment, the housekeeper’s phone was in Charlotte’s hands.

She replied: *Mr. Harrington, yes—she’s already eaten.*